You are to go
On your own feet.
You are to see
With your eyes.
What you see,
Where you go
Do not matters.
But you are to weep,
You are to smile,
What directions are
There by the director.
No one is here
To test your truthfulness.
No one is here
To detect what is
There in your lies.
You are coming and
You are going
And in between that
You have to record
The things
That are happening.
What is happening,
That is only your handiwork.
Please mark and remark.
But I am here
To sweeten all
That are being
Done by you
All for good.
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